.Live.

My best friend and I got to talking about dying last night....more specifically, what would happen if we died? Who would come to our funerals? Would anyone miss us? Who would take care of our homes and the pieces of our lives? What would happen to our pictures and would people have memories they'd hold on to for the rest of their lives? 

It wasn't discussed in a depressing, morbid kind of way...more of, what can we do now to ensure that when that final date goes on our tombstone that we didn't miss out on anything--that we lived with our whole hearts and our whole lives. I don't know that there's a formula for living well--just that you should try each day....and I'm not sure that once we get to Heaven, it will all even matter. In fact, I know it won't. I think, now, about the things I would miss from earth....while I also realize that once I'm there I will likely not miss a single thing, instead, I will be able to check in on those very people and things I so love now. 

I don't know what it's like to die and I don't know what Heaven is like but I do know what it's like to live. I know what it's like to feel the blood pump through my veins when I'm excited, nervous, or have something amazing happening. I know what it's like to see a beautiful sunrise and a breathtaking sunset. I've seen parts of the world and I've left my footprints there. I've loved deeply. I've fallen and gotten back up. I've been hurt and I've been unconditionally. I've gotten in stupid fights, meaningful fights, and I've found the true healing in forgiveness. I've rocked babies to sleep and I've worked hard. I've gotten on my knees and prayed and Iv'e heard and seen God answer back.

So much of living is in the little every day things that we often find ourselves frustrated, exhausted, and over-run with. So much of it is the way we appreciate people and how we treat them....how we carry ourselves and how we bounce back from the bottom. It's days like these when I realize so much of living is in the loving.